Grantaire raised an eyebrow as he stepped into the bar. He grinned, he couldn't help it. Wine shops and the like had been his home for a long time, more or less. This one looked very comfortable, and from what he could tell, well stocked.
The man currently draped elegantly over a bar stool turned to face them, and Grantaire didn't particularly like the way he looked at Enjolras.
"Good afternoon, gentlemen," he said with a smile, raising his glass to them.